7/05/2008

You did not expect this- the waiting, the heavyrocks sewn into your pockets, the counting ofvultures wheeling above a carcass, the distanceof wilderness you woke up in. A man begins in dreams,rising from a river with no memory of struggle. Then,

a stranger says: "You are what grows inside you"

You want to share the things you've learned to love:your body, cherished words, the light that drawsthe moths to flutter against a windowpane, nightsthat come like creeping lions over the hills. Defyinggravity, you give until your heart runs dry. Then,